Naminé shook her head gently from side to side. "It's... alright." It wasn't the first time she'd faced physical abuse because she wasn't doing something right. She'd thought she'd be free of that with the Organization's dissolution but maybe there are some things that she'll never escape. The thought sends an uncomfortable shiver through her frame.

"It's nice to meet you Arkady." She smiled, ignoring the residual discomfort of the shock. "I like your name. It is very pretty."

Drawing was something that Naminé loved to talk about. It was the one aspect of her life that she was sure of and it was one of the few ways that she could express the way she felt. "I draw people. Friends. Sometimes worlds or things I've seen. I could draw you too, if you wanted me too."

She suddenly felt awkward, wondering what exactly she should do to make friends. She wanted them, desperately so, but Naminé had no experience or practice making friends.